May 20, 2009

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Credo, after E.P. -- by Jim Harrison

Go, my songsto the young and insolent,speak the love of final things --do not betray meas a dancer, drunk,is dumb to his clumsiness

Dawn Whiskey -- by Jim Harrison

Mind follow the nosethis honey of whiskeyI smell through the throat of the bottle.

I hear a wren in the mapleand ten million crickets,leaf rustlebehind the wren and crickets,farther back a faint dog bark.

And the glass is cool,a sweet cedar post that flames so briskly.Sight bear this honeythrough the shell curved around the brain,your small soft globespouring in new light --remember things that burn with goldas this whiskey to my tongue.